i dream of rivers now,
rivers in the night flowing,
starlight reflected in them--
i dream of rivers
and i dream my death
floating in some lost inlet
under trees, face lifted skyward,
moved by the waters.
the face is that of a man
who has arrived at certain conclusions,
is no longer afraid,
the face of a man who understands
what part beauty plays
and what part silence,
a man who is not afraid to decide
and who does not hesitate to revise.
i dream of rivers
and my imminent demise
Albert Huffstickler
